Romance Rant

Why is it that I can sit in the Journ department for hours on end with a brain full of lollipops, rainbows and cheese but as soon as I get home and get into the shower  at 2 a.m, all of a sudden ideas and inspiration just magically appear. So as I rinsed the conditioner from my hair, reliving conversations from earlier in the night, where my friend described her love life as being as dry as the Kalahari Desert (or something like that) and as I do (sometimes), I got to thinking and;

It kind of bugs me that the epitome of romance in this town is hooking up against a wall in a dingy dark club or double booking your meal in the dining hall. Personally, I can't think of anything less romantic than staring lovingly into each others eyes over some "Hong Kong Chicken" and you know why I've put that in quotation marks, I question that what they give us actually is chicken.

What happened to going for coffee or God forbid, lunch at a restaurant?

Now don't get me wrong, romance in this town is not extinct (I'm talking about the couples that have romantic picnics in bot gardens and all that sickeningly adorable stuff) but it is an endangered species. I also don't think that this lack of romance is specifically just in Grahamstown, romance seems to be dying no matter what the zip code.

I also think that technology has made things more complicated then they have to be. Twitter and Facebook - I'm looking at you. "Oh is that tweet about me? I bet it is. He totally likes me" It's just a tweet, calm the fuck down and don't read so much into things. How about we all just grow some balls (or lady balls) and say something to the person we want? - No, why would we do that, that's far too uncomplicated.

Thinking about my workload I doubt I would even have time for romance so I have no idea why I'm ranting about it, (but like I said 2 a.m) , as I am in a long term relationship with Journ 3 but at least I get fucked on a regular basis (by Journ, just incase you didn't get that joke and are now thinking that I am a trollop, not that I'm insinuating that if you have sex on a regular basis that you're a trollop, fuck it, you know what I'm trying to say).

As a self proclaimed realist, life isn't a movie and nobody is really expecting that Notebook kind of love, well at least I'm not, but it's not too much to ask for something real? Is it?

Love Always,
Nicole

P.S, It just wouldn't be right without some music, so here's one of my obsessions at the moment.

San Cisco - Awkward